England Does Not Love Coalitions.

Fear Makes Us Feel Our Humanity.

Change Is As Inexorable As Time, Yet Nothing Meets With More Resistance.

Governments Do Not Govern, But Merely Control The Machinery Of Government, Being Themselves Controlled By The Hidden Hand.

The Right Honourable Gentleman Caught The Whigs Bathing, And Walked Away With Their Clothes. He Has Left Them In The Full Enjoyment Of Their Liberal Positions, And He Is Himself A Strict Conservative Of Their Garments.

You Know, All Is Development. The Principle Is Perpetually Going On. First, There Was Nothing, Then There Was Something; Then-i Forget The Next-i Think There Were Shells, Then Fishes; Then We Came-let Me See-did We Come Next? Never Mind That; We Came At Last. And At The Next Change There Will Be Something Very Superior To Us-something With Wings. Ah! That's It: We Were Fishes, And I Believe We Shall Be Crows.